Sebastian walked the familiar way into the apartment the following morning.
His head was pounding like possessed and all he wanted was some tylenol and
a shower.
He'd left Blaines without waking his friend. He had however left his keys and taken a cab. Trying to drive he'd almost run down something on Blaines front yard, he wasn't sure what cause at the time it had still been rather dark outside.
So instead he'd left a note, his car and called a cab. He hated leaving his car. But being in no condition to drive he hadn't had much else to choose from.
He walked towards his room and was just passing the sitting room when he spotted his father sitting on one of the sofas. His face was grim and he was staring at a paper in his hand.
"Where have you been son?"
Sebastian moanded and rubbed his head. "Look... dad, I'm not in a mood for a lecture now. So I stayed out all night, I have before, don't make a big deal out of it." He was moving towards the door when he heard his father stand up.
"STOP right there." He demanded forcefully and Sebastian sighed again, slowly turning around. Lazy eyes meeting angry ones.
"What?"
"Do you think I care what you did this night? Whoring around or drinking illegally at some nightclub. Trust me son, I already know what you're doing when you're not here."
'I really doubt that.' Sebastian thought but was wise enough to not say anyhting.
Mr Valmonts face was turning red with anger. "What I'm talking about is this." He showed the paper in his hand. "I never thought my son to be a cheater! Never. But the principal called me. Apperantly this isn't the first time, although before they'd just let you off with a warning."
His son shook his head. "But dad, that was ages ago. I was just..."
"Lazy? Yes I know. Lazy enought to ignore your future? Yes I'd most certainly say so. Things like this can ruin your chances to go to an Ivy league school."
Sebastian sighed. "Dad, I *already* got in to an Ivy league school. What I do now doesn't matter!"
"You're damn wrong son," Mr Valmont stood up, red in the face. "Now you are going to straight up your act. Why can't you be more like Kathryn? She takes care of school and her life..."
Sebastian sighed again. 'I could tell you one thing or another 'bout your precious Kathryn' he thought bitterly.
"This is your life son! You better take care of it. Now I'm going to make some phonecalls and if I find out this hurts your chances of Harvard then you'll ... be going to military school."
Storming off in a huff, leaving his son alone, Mr Valmont slammed the door this his office - waking up half the building.
Sebastian lay down on the sofa. He closed his eyes. "Thank you Kathryn," he mumbled under his breath. Sleep was coming to him when he heard small clicks on the floor, he knew it was from heels and opened his eyes immediatley.
Tiffani strolled into the room with a supperior look on her face. "Good morning Sebastian, had a good night?" she asked chilly moving for the table with drinks and glasses. She poured herself some orange juice and when she thought he didn't see or hear, she filled it up with gin.
"Peachy," he mumbled not caring to sit up. He heard her move around the room.
"Don't think I'm stupid Sebastian," her voice pierced the lovely silence and he rolled his eyes. "I know ... about you and Kathryn," she snorted. "I don't know why I've let it go on but ... for some reason I have. Not anymore." She leaned on the back of the sofa, staring down at him.
Sebastian glared back at her, loathing her more then ever.
"I'm going to talk to Edward, he listens to me," Tiffani leaned a little closer. "I'm going to have him ship you away as far as it's possible. I don't want you preverting my child anymore. It has to stop sometime." She straigthened her back and lighted a cigarette.
"I thought you were a good boy Sebastian," she inhaled deeply, "I guess I was wrong."
He sat up in the couch, watching her leave the room. He knew Tiffani had a big influence on his dad, especially now.
He got off the couch and walked quickly to Kathryn's room but just as he was to put down his hand on the doorhandle - he hesitated.
Looking at it for a few seconds he crinkled his eyes, considering it, then he pulled his hand back and took refuge in his own room.
****'
He'd left Blaines without waking his friend. He had however left his keys and taken a cab. Trying to drive he'd almost run down something on Blaines front yard, he wasn't sure what cause at the time it had still been rather dark outside.
So instead he'd left a note, his car and called a cab. He hated leaving his car. But being in no condition to drive he hadn't had much else to choose from.
He walked towards his room and was just passing the sitting room when he spotted his father sitting on one of the sofas. His face was grim and he was staring at a paper in his hand.
"Where have you been son?"
Sebastian moanded and rubbed his head. "Look... dad, I'm not in a mood for a lecture now. So I stayed out all night, I have before, don't make a big deal out of it." He was moving towards the door when he heard his father stand up.
"STOP right there." He demanded forcefully and Sebastian sighed again, slowly turning around. Lazy eyes meeting angry ones.
"What?"
"Do you think I care what you did this night? Whoring around or drinking illegally at some nightclub. Trust me son, I already know what you're doing when you're not here."
'I really doubt that.' Sebastian thought but was wise enough to not say anyhting.
Mr Valmonts face was turning red with anger. "What I'm talking about is this." He showed the paper in his hand. "I never thought my son to be a cheater! Never. But the principal called me. Apperantly this isn't the first time, although before they'd just let you off with a warning."
His son shook his head. "But dad, that was ages ago. I was just..."
"Lazy? Yes I know. Lazy enought to ignore your future? Yes I'd most certainly say so. Things like this can ruin your chances to go to an Ivy league school."
Sebastian sighed. "Dad, I *already* got in to an Ivy league school. What I do now doesn't matter!"
"You're damn wrong son," Mr Valmont stood up, red in the face. "Now you are going to straight up your act. Why can't you be more like Kathryn? She takes care of school and her life..."
Sebastian sighed again. 'I could tell you one thing or another 'bout your precious Kathryn' he thought bitterly.
"This is your life son! You better take care of it. Now I'm going to make some phonecalls and if I find out this hurts your chances of Harvard then you'll ... be going to military school."
Storming off in a huff, leaving his son alone, Mr Valmont slammed the door this his office - waking up half the building.
Sebastian lay down on the sofa. He closed his eyes. "Thank you Kathryn," he mumbled under his breath. Sleep was coming to him when he heard small clicks on the floor, he knew it was from heels and opened his eyes immediatley.
Tiffani strolled into the room with a supperior look on her face. "Good morning Sebastian, had a good night?" she asked chilly moving for the table with drinks and glasses. She poured herself some orange juice and when she thought he didn't see or hear, she filled it up with gin.
"Peachy," he mumbled not caring to sit up. He heard her move around the room.
"Don't think I'm stupid Sebastian," her voice pierced the lovely silence and he rolled his eyes. "I know ... about you and Kathryn," she snorted. "I don't know why I've let it go on but ... for some reason I have. Not anymore." She leaned on the back of the sofa, staring down at him.
Sebastian glared back at her, loathing her more then ever.
"I'm going to talk to Edward, he listens to me," Tiffani leaned a little closer. "I'm going to have him ship you away as far as it's possible. I don't want you preverting my child anymore. It has to stop sometime." She straigthened her back and lighted a cigarette.
"I thought you were a good boy Sebastian," she inhaled deeply, "I guess I was wrong."
He sat up in the couch, watching her leave the room. He knew Tiffani had a big influence on his dad, especially now.
He got off the couch and walked quickly to Kathryn's room but just as he was to put down his hand on the doorhandle - he hesitated.
Looking at it for a few seconds he crinkled his eyes, considering it, then he pulled his hand back and took refuge in his own room.
****'